Chapter 11

When Justin emerged from the shower Alex was waiting for him. Damn he looks good in a towel, she thought. "Right, right. I'll wait outside while you change," she said slamming the door.

Five minutes later, Justin called her back in, he was half dressed. He took a deep breath. He had to do this. It was a mortal sin, but it was going to be worth it.

"So what are we going to talk about Justin."

"Well Alex, I have something to say to you. You're not making it easy."

"Why should I?"

"I don't know, just hear me out. I had no right to judge your feelings for me as wrong, because I still have feelings for you too."

"What?"

"I think, I love you, Alex Russo. I love the way you smell and the way you annoy me and your short skirts and everything about you. Even though we both might go to hell for this, I don't think we should fight our feelings anymore. I think maybe we were meant to be together."

"Oh Justin, I never thought you'd feel the same way." She threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

Justin pulled her body flush against his and kissed her. They stood there making out for a long time, it was probably only ten minutes but it felt like a lifetime.

"What are we going to do, Justin. Mom and dad are coming home today."

"Well, we are going to make the most of the time we have before they get back. When they do get back we will act as if everything's normal," he said in between kisses.

"We should probably still fight with each other to keep up appearances."

"I'd never stop fighting with you, I enjoy it too much."

Alex was pushing him toward the bed. "Alex, we could get caught."

"You said to make the most of the time we have left. Besides we can be quick and quiet. When are we going to get this chance again, huh?"

She pushed Justin back on the bed and straddled him. She held his hands above his head. "Finally I got you where I want you. You're totally at my mercy," she laughed. Alex was kissing his neck and his torso, moving lower and lower.

"Alex, you're driving me crazy. Please let me touch you."

"Alright, spoil my fun." She was tonguing his navel and she had one of her hands shoved down his pants, stroking him.

"Alex, please! Don't tease!"

He pulled her up and yanked off her shirt and practically tore off her bra.

"Mmm, Justin. I like it when you get all aggressive."

He pulled off her pants and underwear in one swift motion. "Ever since I saw you in the shower, I couldn't stop thinking about this body and all the things I want to do to it," he said kissing one of her breasts as she struggled with his zipper.

"Kids, we're home."

Alex leaped off him. "Under the bed, Alex quick." He took off his pants and wrapped the towel around himself. She scrambled under the bed and he stuffed her clothes under his covers.

"Justin, honey. Where's your sister?" his mother asked.

"She went out with a friend. She'll be back later. I was just showering. How was the convention."

"It was great. Why don't you come downstairs and we'll tell you all about it."

"I don't know, Mom. I'm really tired. Could we catch up and everything tomorrow."

"Okay, dear. Good night."

Alex crawled out from her hiding place. "Oh my God. We almost got caught."

"Yeah, but don't you just love the thrill. The danger of it all."

"Since when did you start liking danger."

"Since I started fucking my sister."

"Shut up and kiss me," she said grabbing his towel and tossing it away.

"Anything you say."